Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
Ruddy eyes peering at the monitor without understanding
Everything inside his head was going up in flames
Destroying his rosé wine high
Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.
Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.
Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.
Learning what I could before I was given my parole.
And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.
Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.
Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.
Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?
Foundations of water dry up
And the once fertile soil begins to blow away
Destroying years of what was built up
Everything slowly decaying
Losing herself in the contest
Everything slowed down
Allowing her to leap out ahead
Destroying the rest of her competition
Compiling her program she waited for the results
Of course, there were a couple of errors
Destroying them took no time. She hit compile again
It came back with over one hundred more
Now the real work began as she stomped on each one
Good thing she didn’t like to sleep
Focusing on the bubbling cauldron
Reggie watched the chicken dance
It made his mouth water as the skin tanned
Exactly two minutes later he scooped out his prize
Destroying it with his face